“Every girl must learn to sew, knit and crochet, no matter what social class she comes from.”
I am a great lover of handicrafts. Unfortunately, I never really learnt to either crochet, embroider or knit, for in my school days what my grandmother had learnt from her mother and grandmother were condemned as the occupation of suppressed housewives and banned from the school curriculum. So I had to look for professional help on the work Crochet trauma. In the end, two ladies replied to the advertisements I put in local newspaper and the notices I hung up in do-it-yourself shops. They were willing to help me in my attempt to immortalize crochet in porcelain. However my collaboration with these ladies, whom I was soon affectionately calling my “crochet ladies”, turned out to be more time consuming than I first imagined. Needless to say, I could not just go around quickly and collect the completed
work and then continue my part of it – no, I had to calculate at least one to two hours for a cup of coffee and a chat. At first this irritated me a bit, as it greatly prolonged the whole project. But soon it became a delightful ritual. As our familiarity increased, so too did the ladies’ independence, with the result that some of the crochet works were not quite what I had been thinking about. My attempt to get around such “crochet traumata” had a fundamental influence on the overall form.This encounter with women of another generation and with other experiences turned out to be an essential component of the work. And so the stories exchanged during our many meetings have also been immortalized in the porcelain crochet works.
The crochet trauma objects are unique and only specially made on request.